Farming Life Starting in Africa

The old man's arm was bandaged up. He moved his left hand, which was still a little affected. "Dr. Chen has already run away. He should be on a Chinese warship by now."

"Damn it! Don't you know how important he is to me? Without him, can you even make a new vaccine for me?"

Big Dad rubbed his temples, his head throbbing badly. Their main mission was to obtain the vaccine for the Ramanla virus from the manufacturer, but unfortunately, they ran into a surprise enemy and had their mission intercepted.

He stared at the monitor screen in front of him, where a group of Ramanla virus patients were receiving treatment.

But on one of the hospital beds, a little Black girl stood out. She was receiving individual treatment from Dr. Chen, and her spirits were incredibly high; she was lively and energetic, a stark contrast to the half-dead patients around her. She looked like a healthy little girl, not sick at all.

Big Daddy stared at the little girl for a few seconds, then suddenly grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth. "Hey, Ghost, can you find this girl?"

An Asian man, nicknamed Ghost, approached. He had a toothpick in his mouth, blond hair, and looked like a college student, but his eyes were gloomy.

He stared at the screen for a moment. "I can try to find an informant here, but there are too few surveillance cameras in Uller, and many are not connected to the network, so it will be difficult."

"She's not Chinese, so it's unlikely she'll go with Dr. Chen," the old man pointed at the little girl on the screen. "She's definitely hiding somewhere; she can't have gone far. No matter what it takes, you have to find her! Your reward will be doubled after you complete the mission, doubled, understand?"

Upon hearing the words "double the bonus," Ghost's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up. If the internet wasn't working, he could use the most basic method: investigating the interpersonal relationships of the people appearing in the surveillance footage, going through them one by one until he found some clues.

He just needs to arrest some staff members who haven't left the hospital yet—the nurses, caregivers, and cleaning ladies; they'll definitely have clues.

"Help me find information about these two people, especially the guy who was chained up by the bear. I'm very interested in the clothes he's wearing."

"Yes, sir!"

When Zhou Weijie finally arrived at the garbage station, three days had already passed. He was covered in dust when he got out of the car, clearly having traveled a long way.

Once inside, Rosen tossed him a bottle of water.

The mineral water bottle arced through the air, and Zhou Weijie caught it, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

"How was it? Did the trip go smoothly?"

Zhou Weijie nodded, screwed on the bottle cap, and asked about the recent situation, "I heard that the Red Turban Army occupied Uller a couple of days ago? Is that true?"

"Yeah, those poor bastards are even driving tanks now, isn't that weird?" Rosen leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, "The government troops have been scattered again, and order hasn't been restored yet. There isn't even a patrol on the streets."

"Tanks? Where did they get these?" Zhou Weijie frowned, his face full of doubt.

"I don't know, their origins are unknown," Rosen shrugged, his tone quite relaxed. "We've already destroyed two of them, not far to the west. If you're interested, you can go and see if you can find any clues."

At this moment, Leng Feng came out of the house, his gaze falling on Zhou Weijie. The two sized each other up. This was Rosen's friend. Although Leng Feng was eager to find out about the mercenary, he held back and didn't rush to speak, standing aside to listen first.

Rosen saw through Leng Feng's thoughts at a glance, pointed at Zhou Weijie, and said with a smile, "Look, last time I asked you about that bullet for him. He has a lot of connections in Africa."

Leng Feng glanced gratefully at Rosen, his eyes filled with urgency, and asked impatiently, "Brother Zhou, do you know where that Dane Company is now? Do you have a specific location?"

"I'm not quite sure," Zhou Weijie shook his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Their scale isn't large, but they're all elites." He glanced at Rosen, who nodded, indicating that payment could be made, and that it should be accepted. "I can ask, but it requires using connections to get in—five thousand US dollars. Think about it."

Leng Feng was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was normal to pay money to inquire about information here. People had to pay a fee to ask for help when they needed to find connections. However, the price was indeed a bit expensive. Five thousand US dollars was not a small amount.

But for him, it was worth any amount of money to buy information about his enemies! The lives of his brothers were not something that could be measured in a few thousand dollars.

"Okay, can I pay in RMB?" Leng Feng took out his phone.

Zhou Weijie smiled and gave his bank card number. After watching Leng Feng successfully transfer the money, he took out his satellite phone from his bag, dialed the number, and waited for more than ten seconds before it was connected.

"General Sharaf, I'd like to ask you about someone..." Zhou Weijie's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, as if he were chatting with an old friend.

Leng Feng waited anxiously for news, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He felt that time was passing incredibly slowly.

Only Rosen was somewhat surprised—when did this guy get in touch with the rebels of the Republic of Ivia? That's some pretty unconventional tactics.

Sharaf was originally an army general in the government forces. As his followers grew and his power increased, his subordinates wanted him to seize power and establish a military government in Ivia. Whether he was genuinely pressured or simply going along with the trend, he eventually launched a coup.

Unfortunately, he was later driven away by the government forces backed by the British, and since then he has been wandering around Ivia with his thousand or so loyal men.

However, his troops were well-equipped, and they eventually occupied the chaotic area near the relatively barren Aluka Desert, so the government forces didn't bother with them anymore. While Ivia in the north had a much better economy than Uller, it was still a poor country.

Without the generosity of landlords, gentry, and common people, the officials were unwilling to engage in such a losing proposition as suppressing bandits.

A moment later, Rosen noticed that Zhou Weijie's expression suddenly turned very unpleasant, and Rosen became curious—what could be so difficult about inquiring about a military contractor? In this place, everything has value, everything can be bought and sold, and even lives are the same.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Weijie placed the satellite phone on the table, organized his thoughts, and looked at Leng Feng, saying, "I found out. The Dane Company is currently relocating; they plan to go to the town of Basem east of Ivia. That area has become Zaka's stronghold and is in complete chaos. The group in Uller is Dane Company's top henchman, nicknamed 'Big Daddy,' the same group you're looking for. They've recently been cooperating with the Red Turban Army. A couple of days ago, he led the attack on Uller, but they had to retreat after encountering resistance, and I heard they suffered some losses."